You look into the mirror and immediate panic strikes as you notice the nub of two small horns just above your brow. You also notice that your ears have a slight point to them and you have a stronger growth of facial hair than usual. In shock you touch your little horns of about 1 inch in length. The skin around them is tender from their rapid growth. You've seen enough of mythological creatures to know that these were satyr horns. You are going to turn into a goat man.
You suddenly jump when you hear a knock on the door behind you.
"Young master," said a servant, "It's time to get ready. Your father says he wants you to be ready to leave for the factory tour in an hour. I'll help you get dressed."
All you can think is I can't let anyone see these!
"I'll dress myself this morning," you say quickly, "thank you."
"Is everything alright young master?" asks the servant.
'Everything is fine," you hastily reply, "I'm just trying to be a little more independent."
The servant leaves as you start to nervously pace around your room. Unfortunately you don't think you can cancel the factory tour without arousing your fathers anger. In order to stall the discovery of your transformation by anyone you decide to disguise yourself and figure out what to do after the factory tour.
You quickly shave off your facial hair growth and dress in a suit and hat that hides your horn nubs and ear tips. As long as your hat doesn't come off you believe you will be fine.
You head down to the foyer where your father is waiting for you.He's a stern man who shows little overt affection. Like you he has strong features and broad shoulders standing taller than you.
"Good morning," he says, "ready to go?"
"Yes all set sir," you reply.
Your family is one of those wealthy enough to own a car, but your family car is in the shop. Instead you and your father take a carriage drawn by a strong red-haired centaur. You make good time through the city streets and arrive at your father's factory. From what you remember of your father's business this factory makes luxury cars. Their known for hiring exclusively humans and paying them a high wage. You disembark from the carriage and follow your father toward the building. As you get closer to the doors you notice a dirty, dark-haired young man in a dirty shirt and pants with beat up shoes talking with the man you recognize as the factory manager.
"Please sir, I'm willing to do anything," you hear the boy beg to the factory manager, "please don't fire me."
"Sorry lad," replied the factory manager, "We have a reputation to uphold and that means I can't have a satyr on the payroll."
As you get closer you can see that the dark-haired boy sports a pair of three inch horns and noticeably goatish ears that are starting to become fur covered. While his legs are still mostly human shaped the exposed skin you can see is nearly completely fur covered. You think you can also see a tail twitching in his pants.
"Please sir," the boy continues to beg, "I will do anything."
"Do we seem to have a problem here?" your father forcefully interjects.
'No sir," says the factory manager, "this young satyr was just leaving."
Dejectedly the boy turned and started to leave.
"Boy," your father asks the boy," did you mean what you said about doing anything for work?"
"Yes sir," he eagerly replied.
"Well I might not be able to hire a satyr at this factory, but there are some dirty jobs around my estate our human servants dislike. I can even offer you lodging in our stable."
"Do you mean it sir?" asked the boy.
"Indeed I am," said your father, "my assistant will arrange the details."
With that the boy headed off to your family estate causing an increased sense of worry if you.
The tour went quickly in truth you didn't pay particular attention to it you kept thinking of your impending transformation. Was doing dirty jobs around a wealthy persons estate your future? What were you going to do? Having other business to attend to your father sends you home alone in the carriage. You arrive home in the late afternoon. The tender skin around your horn nubs is starting to itch as the hat fabric has been rubbing against them all day. Thinking you are alone in the stable you quickly remove your hat and begin to massage the tender skin. You quickly panic when you hear movement behind you. You quickly slam your hat back on and turn where you see the dark-haired satyr boy from earlier intensely staring at you.
"You're like me," he says, "you're a satyr."